Susan Hinton - The Outsiders

It is very difficult for me to write about myself, and especially The Outsiders, which was written at a horrendous time in my life, was published by a series of mind-boggling synchronicities, and has gone further than any author dared dream. But Ill give it a shot.

I wrote The Outsiders when I was sixteen years old. Actually I began it when I was fifteen, as a short story about a boy who was beaten up on his way home from the movies.

But I didnt just write The Outsiders, I lived it. Looking back, I realize how important it was to me to have another life at that time. To be someone else. To deal with problems I had to face, and write my way to some sort of understanding and coping. This is all in hindsight. At the time, I was mad about the social situation in my high school. I desperately wanted something to read that dealt realistically with teen-age life.

I knew I was going to be a writer. I love to write. I began in grade school, because I loved to read, and liked the idea of making stories happen the way I wanted them to. By the time I was in high school I had been practicing for years. So I was both elated and not surprised when I received my publishing contract on the day I graduated from high school.

The Outsiders has taken me many places I never dreamed of going. It introduced me to people I would never otherwise have met. Although the names Patrick Swayze, Tom Cruise, Matt Dillon, Rob Lowe, C. Thomas Howell, Emilio Estevez, and Ralph Macchio are familiar to most people, and conjure visions of movie stars and glamour, I remember a group of sweet, goofy, incredibly talented and at the same time incredibly normal teen-age boys. I was involved in every aspect of filming the movie version of The Outsiders, and the memory I cherish most is of hanging out with my boys.

I owe Francis Coppola a debt of thanks. Not only for the respect, kindness, and friendship I personally received from him, but for the fact that he made the movie for the fans of the book. He shot a faithful adaptation, consulting me for everything from locations to wardrobe, but it was the fans of the book he wanted to please. And as far as I know, he is the only director to go back and assemble a more complete movie (The Outsiders, The Complete Novel DVD) because those fans asked him to.

Fans. I receive letters from every state, from dozens of foreign countries. From twelve-year-olds and forty-year-olds. From convicts and policemen, teachers, social workers, and of course, kids. Kids who are living lives like those in The Outsiders. Kids who cant imagine living lives like those in The Outsiders. Kids who read all the time. Ones who never before finished a book.

The letters saying I loved the book are good, the ones that say I never liked to read before, and now I read all the time are better, but the ones that say The Outsiders changed my life and I read it fifteen years ago and I realize how much it has influenced my life choices frankly scare me. Who am I to change anyones life? I guess the best reply is Its the book, not the author and Its the message, not the messenger. A lot of the time I feel that The Outsiders was meant to be written, and I was chosen to write it. Its certainly done more good than anything I could accomplish on a personal level.

If this sounds like I am overwhelmed by the decades of incredible response to what began as a short story I started when I was fifteen years old, well, I guess thats the truth.

Stay Gold.

For Jimmy

WHEN I STEPPED out into the bright sunlight from the darkness of the movie house, I had only two things on my mind: Paul Newman and a ride home. I was wishing I looked like Paul Newman he looks tough and I dont but I guess my own looks arent so bad. I have light-brown, almost-red hair and greenish-gray eyes. I wish they were more gray, because I hate most guys that have green eyes, but I have to be content with what I have. My hair is longer than a lot of boys wear theirs, squared off in back and long at the front and sides, but I am a greaser and most of my neighborhood rarely bothers to get a haircut. Besides, I look better with long hair.

I had a long walk home and no company, but I usually lone it anyway, for no reason except that I like to watch movies undisturbed so I can get into them and live them with the actors. When I see a movie with someone its kind of uncomfortable, like having someone read your book over your shoulder. Im different that way. I mean, my second-oldest brother, Soda, who is sixteen-going-on-seventeen, never cracks a book at all, and my oldest brother, Darrel, who we call Darry, works too long and hard to be interested in a story or drawing a picture, so Im not like them. And nobody in our gang digs movies and books the way I do. For a while there, I thought I was the only person in the world that did. So I loned it.

Soda tries to understand, at least, which is more than Darry does. But then, Soda is different from anybody; he understands everything, almost. Like hes never hollering at me all the time the way Darry is, or treating me as if I was six instead of fourteen. I love Soda more than Ive ever loved anyone, even Mom and Dad. Hes always happy-go-lucky and grinning, while Darrys hard and firm and rarely grins at all. But then, Darrys gone through a lot in his twenty years, grown up too fast. Sodapopll never grow up at all. I dont know which ways the best. Ill find out one of these days.

Anyway, I went on walking home, thinking about the movie, and then suddenly wishing I had some company. Greasers cant walk alone too much or theyll get jumped, or someone will come by and scream Greaser! at them, which doesnt make you feel too hot, if you know what I mean. We get jumped by the Socs. Im not sure how you spell it, but its the abbreviation for the Socials, the jet set, the West-side rich kids. Its like the term greaser, which is used to class all us boys on the East Side.

Were poorer than the Socs and the middle class. I reckon were wilder, too. Not like the Socs, who jump greasers and wreck houses and throw beer blasts for kicks, and get editorials in the paper for being a public disgrace one day and an asset to society the next. Greasers are almost like hoods; we steal things and drive old souped-up cars and hold up gas stations and have a gang fight once in a while. I dont mean I do things like that. Darry would kill me if I got into trouble with the police. Since Mom and Dad were killed in an auto wreck, the three of us get to stay together only as long as we behave. So Soda and I stay out of trouble as much as we can, and were careful not to get caught when we cant. I only mean that most greasers do things like that, just like we wear our hair long and dress in blue jeans and T-shirts, or leave our shirttails out and wear leather jackets and tennis shoes or boots. Im not saying that either Socs or greasers are better; thats just the way things are.

I could have waited to go to the movies until Darry or Sodapop got off work. They would have gone with me, or driven me there, or walked along, although Soda just cant sit still long enough to enjoy a movie and they bore Darry to death. Darry thinks his life is enough without inspecting other peoples. Or I could have gotten one of the gang to come along, one of the four boys Darry and Soda and I have grown up with and consider family. Were almost as close as brothers; when you grow up in a tight-knit neighborhood like ours you get to know each other real well. If I had thought about it, I could have called Darry and he would have come by on his way home and picked me up, or Two-Bit Mathews one of our gang would have come to get me in his car if I had asked him, but sometimes I just dont use my head. It drives my brother Darry nuts when I do stuff like that, cause Im supposed to be smart; I make good grades and have a high IQ and everything, but I dont use my head. Besides, I like walking.